( this is going to destroy connor when he wakes up – because of what happened, because of the hangover, but mostly because he doesn't feel guilty. he's aware that he's doing something wrong, but he doesn't think about gavin at all as hank rushes him onto the bed flat on his back.
god, he wants him so badly. connor whines softly at the touch – just the hands on him, pushing him onto the bed, hank isn't even touching his erection yet and connor's already practically begging for him. no, not practically. he's begging. )
God, yes, okay. Only looking at you, yes. ( connor reaches up, a loud moan coming from low in his throat that connor tries to suppress and fails miserably. his hands find hank's face, he grabs hold of the man's cheeks, rubbing fingers through his beard as he rolls his hips into hank's touch. his movements are needy, demanding, desperate even. connor isn't exactly the most patient person in the world to begin with – when it's a rather demanding boner and the man of his dreams touching it, it's only natural he'll be a little impatient. )
Hank, fuck, I want you. ( connor rarely swears. that's quite an achievement. he huffs out slowly, tugs his hands a little on the beard hair, fights to keep his eyes open and on the man above him. ) I'll do anything, anything.
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god, he wants him so badly. connor whines softly at the touch – just the hands on him, pushing him onto the bed, hank isn't even touching his erection yet and connor's already practically begging for him. no, not practically. he's begging. )
God, yes, okay. Only looking at you, yes. ( connor reaches up, a loud moan coming from low in his throat that connor tries to suppress and fails miserably. his hands find hank's face, he grabs hold of the man's cheeks, rubbing fingers through his beard as he rolls his hips into hank's touch. his movements are needy, demanding, desperate even. connor isn't exactly the most patient person in the world to begin with – when it's a rather demanding boner and the man of his dreams touching it, it's only natural he'll be a little impatient. )
Hank, fuck, I want you. ( connor rarely swears. that's quite an achievement. he huffs out slowly, tugs his hands a little on the beard hair, fights to keep his eyes open and on the man above him. ) I'll do anything, anything.